Under The Water (A Got7 Fanfic)

Flightlog:Departure

Quickly as they could, 7 boys piled into the car. Yugyeom and Bambam had been bugging the hyungs for awhile about another road trip, and finally everyone gave in to silence the whines. That didn't mean they didn't actually want to go. Because they did. They jut needed an excuse to go.

And they had a nice time. Three days of fun and goofing. But then it all ended as spontaneously as it started. It was just a sudden decision that they were done driving all over, and began to head back home. But what really happened was something none of them could have ever imagined...... 

"I vote that once we're back, those two should clean the apartment top to bottom everyday for a month for making us do this." Jinyoung said as he gestured to them. 

"I like that plan!" Jackson chirped.

"No way! It was just a road trip hyungs. Only 3 days!" whined Yugyeom.

The older boys laughed. 

"You actually believe we would do that to you?" Youngjae choked out, as his face turned red from the lack of air from his laughing.

"Chill Youngjae....It's not that funny..." The oldest, Mark said trying to cover his own laughs. 

"BREATHE!" Bambam yelled as he faked CPR on Youngjae. 

Jaebum just shook his head at the boys' antics and turned back to the road.

They were in their 'adventure bus', as Yugyeom called it. It was one of those old hippie bus vehicles, painted a pale yellow. They had previously drawn things, and every time they went somewhere, they drew more, until the windows were slowly filling.

All of a sudden, Jackson grabbed his camera, and began waving it around.

"Look at the camera! Say cheese everyone!"

He pointed it a Yugyeom, who began to do aegyo, and Jackson quickly turned it away with a disgusted remark.

"Stop looking cute. It's hard to look at you!" 

Mark laughed and threw a pillow at Youngjae. Soon, pillows were flying around the car. 

"Don't throw it too hard!"

"YAH! Stop it! I can't drive like this!" Jaebum hollered.

"Sorry hyung!" Came 5 voices, with Mark laughing at all 6 of his younger friends. 

Eventually, Bambam broke the sacred rule by falling asleep. The others descended upon him with markers and laughs. When they finally woke him up, he was newly made over with black scribbles. As he comprehended what happened, the others simply laughed.

Jaebum continued his driving, checking the boys often by using the mirrors in the car.  They always did stuff like this, but something sinister was hanging upon him, and he didn't like it. Not one bit. But what could happen?

Meanwhile in the back, Mark and Jinyoung began playing soft music on Mark's phone, so they could sleep. Now that Bambam had been marked, it was safe for the rest of the boys to get some rest.  As Jinyoung drifted off, he felt uneasy. But why should he? He was safe and happy with his friends. 

He entered his dream world running through thick, smokey, fog. Deep down, he knew it was only a dream, but his mind refused to remember. Because his friends were gone. He was alone. And something was terribly wrong. There was no one. The fog was as thick as his despair. The empty road stretched out before him. he could go anywhere, but he stayed here, in the middle of nowhere. 

His eyes flicked open. To....their apartment? Mark was calmly leafing through a magazine by the window. Then he heard a giggle, accompanied by screams and laughs. He sat up to see Jackson with his camera filming Yugyeom and Bambam, who were playing darts. Youngjae was being his goofy self, while Jaebum was holding their pet, a small bird. It was such a light-heated scene, but something told Jinyoung it was all wrong. As the boys played, he sat there, waiting for something. But he didn't know what. 

He was shaken awake by Mark.

"Look at this view Jinyoung-ah!" He said with a smile.

As Jinyoung looked at the window, his heart lurched. They were at the summit of a bridge. He loved bridges. But here. Here was the thing that he had been waiting for. It was soon. And the others were starting to feel it. He saw the unease he was feeling reflected on their faces as well. 

All of the sudden, Jaebum yelled as a dog ran out. He tried to swerve, but his hand slipped from the shock. 

And they were flying. Off the bridge, and down. So far down. Screams accosted their ears as the black water rushed up to meet them. Was it already goodbye?